Orc Tyrant

Bruce stepped away from the entrance, facing his goal.

Beruf approached slowly, clutching his two serrated sabers-these were by no means his most powerful weapons, but he had a soft spot for them.

These two pragmatic weapons took much more lives in his hands than he expected, far more than any exquisite weapon in the armory, and he did not wear a helmet.

"No one is allowed to interfere."

Beruf said to the guards crowded in front of the memorial hall:

"Fari, you can knock down any guy who tries to interfere."

The adjutant of the warlord grumbled and accepted the order.

"Don't want to behave in my place."

Beruf approached the black knight in an arc like a wolf staring at its prey.

"I can do whatever I want, Oak."

The black knight touched his chest lightly, a bat-shaped helmet buckled his head from behind, facing an Ouk warlord, he still knew to be careful.

"And don't make it so disgusting, this is not your place."

Beruf glanced at the pathetic body of Auguste.

"You left too many corpses tonight. He is my best Dalian chief, monster. Whether you are Xiami or not, you will be corpses after tonight!"

"He is very aggressive."

Bruce hissed:

"Even after I emptied his stomach, he can still stand."

"Asshole!"

The warlord gradually approached the despicable assailant, and he began to spin the two half-human weapons in his hands. .

Bruce confronted him without evasiveness.

He was tall and tall, although he was far inferior to Beruf, but at least he didn't look much shorter than an Ouke—the slender and thin body was like a dark silhouette.

He looked like a starving giant, tall and thin, with a broken black cloak that stretched from his shoulders to the ground, like the wings of a wounded bird, his thin arms hanging on his side, and those giant iron claws. Makes his hands look slender beyond common sense.

After a moment of sneer, he raised his head, sparse black hair sticking out from behind his helmet and drooping.

The black knight closed his eyes.

"Beruf, right?"

He said softly:

"Come and kill me."

"Thanks for the invitation!"

The warlord rushed forward, [Punishment] lightly groaning a fiery arc in the air, branding the bright afterimage in the eyes of every soldier watching.

The blade slashed at Bruce's head, and he didn't move.

Then he was misty.

The sharp claws of the right hand surrounding the arc flashed out, deflecting the bite of the chain saw war knife, while the sharp claws of the left hand met another [Hunger and Thirst] to block it.

Beruf attacked continuously, driven by anger, and he seemed to cut something.

But it's just a shadow, just a broken cloak.

The claws launched a counterattack at him, and he raised his right hand, the razor-like blade left a nick on the arm armor and tore the edge of the armguard.

The warlord slashed again.

Nothing at all.

Shadows, only shadows!

The black knight twirled like a dancer, and the claws of both hands slashed towards Beruf from the side.

The warlord also evaded, dodged, twisted his body, and fended off the opponent's next attack.

He leaned back and waved his two roaring weapons, intending to split the opponent into two from head to toe.

But Bruce was no longer there.

He flashed to the left, blocking the blade and jagged, then he patted Beruf's face with one hand.

Blood burst out.

"Well--"

A sharp claw pierced the side of the warlord's neck, and Beruf swayed back, covering the wound tightly with one hand.

Some of his men rushed forward vigilantly.

"Do not!"

The warlord stopped the subordinates. When the black knight once again entangled and slammed Beruf's breastplate with his claws, he suddenly held the punishment with his backhand, and while blocking, he stabbed twice with [pressing], as if The attack of a poisonous snake.

So, his second knife tasted blood.

"Asshole!"

The black knight hissed with his shoulders almost split, and he swung his claws to drive Beruf back, leaving four long nicks on his breastplate.

A lot of blood spilled out, because of the Waaaagh energy stand around the warlord, he found that he could no longer move so erratic.

But Beruf immediately recovered his condition, slashing the opponent's bottom plate with a blade, while slashing upward with his backhand.

After the black knight was almost hit, he immediately turned over and fell to the ground, but when he stood up again, the helmet was almost broken, and there was a bone wound on his right face.

"Now we officially start."

He hissed, accumulating the strength of his whole body, but the nerve boys in the distance have gathered. They are not so obedient. Waves of soul shock are violently hitting the black knight's soul, as if to smash his brain. broken.

Bruce's vision is blurred now, and his ears are roaring.

"Now we are going to end!"

Beruf shouted sharply, raising his double knives and rushing towards the prey.

The black knight started to move again and merged into the darkness. The blade only cut through the smoke and shadows.

The warlord twisted his body and chased after him, swinging one, two, and three, but each time he was blocked by the swift and fierce claws.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Dika, who was watching the play outside, jumped up and looked at Bosco next to him.

"Did you feel it?"

"What?"

The other party was still immersed in this fierce fighting battle, and seemed not to notice the nerve boy.

"What do you feel?"

"This is not right! He can run, I didn't trap him! There is something down there!"

That is the truth, that is the truth of the Black Knight.

Dika's efforts did not delay Bruce, and they did not trap him here, leaving him nowhere to escape.

He turned it into a trap from the beginning, a trap used to kill warlords.

"Quickly leave, sir!"

Dika jumped up, waving his hands and shouting.

"Leave immediately! He buried mine in the memorial hall! Leave now!"

Beruf had just cut off an arm that the opponent was using to block, and the sound attracted his attention, and he looked at the neuroboy who was jumping on the outside.

"What did he do?"

"Quickly leave, sir!"

The nerve boy continued to growl.

The black knight bathed in his own blood clutched his broken arm and staggered back, showing his black teeth in a grin again, which was a triumphant grin.

"A warlord is a perfect prey, but I am not a perfect hunter."

His figure quickly became blurred.

"I know that Grim Reaper is lonely, he always likes to meet new people... Beruf, let me introduce you to you."

The black knight patted his **** chest before disappearing.

Boom~~~~~~~~!

In the next second, nearly a ton of high explosives that had been buried under the foundation were detonated at the same time, and the memorial hall ceased to exist in a cloud of white-hot flames and a skyrocketing explosion.